Remember that one whole year when I used to stay home all day long and do nothing? Seems like ages ago.
The first semester has come to an end and how! So much activity has happened in the last 3 months, I cannot get over how amazing it was and how I loved every bit of it. From introducing yourself, to what seemed like, a hundred times in every professor’s class, to talking to every possible of the 120 students just to find the right group of people.
From the silly fashion show practices to managing a proper marketing event, from attending seminars every weekend to missing out on the alumni function, from being nervous about the very first presentation to bunking lectures, from celebrating birthdays (when there wasn’t any) to the every morning coffee, from going to college all the way just to play table tennis to sitting in the library an hour before every exam, from being the one’s who never cared for lectures to being the one’s with dark circles during those last two weeks.
This is what the whole semester was about.
Honestly, I was never expecting it to be this hectic. But hey, am I complaining? I love this feeling of having something or the other to do ALL THE TIME. Makes me feel so much alive, which is exactly what I always want.
Over the last few months, priorities have changed (some deliberately, some unknowingly). And I couldn’t have possibly done anything to control that.
There’s too many things I want from life at the same time. I don’t know what they are, really; but they’re a lot.
Right now. At this very moment. This is what I want. I don’t know where that leaves me, or anyone else. I’m probably being too selfish right now. But then again, there’s only so much I can do.
Anyhoo.
Coming back to the point, Christmas vacations are here. A two-day trip to Lonavala with friends has been planned. I have a feeling it’s going to be crazy (that too, without any alcohol being involved). Have to meet up with people I haven’t seen in months!
So much to do, so much to sleep.
Hopefully, the next few weeks or months or whatever are going to be decent, if not amazing. Touch-wood.
P.S.: I’m a qaurter of an MBA, already. Yeyy!
